The Valentines Card

The Valentine's Day Card:

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this! A nice valentine's day song I love is "Valentine" By Dancing Years. But like I found it on Spotify idk if it is on youtube it most likely is.

Dan's POV

It was undoubtingly; Valentine's Day. Could a day be more lonesome? The actuality that I was utmost and most desperately single was rather disconcerting however, I didn't have to endeavor my mind with nonsense thoughts of what I should buy my significant other or what colour roses would be suitable for their own personal satisfaction. Would I gifting myself a box of chocolates suffice? Do individuals venture into the great outdoors to buy themselves a gift of specialness to avoid feeling the straining of sheer isolation? Would it count as a pensiveness if I told you right now I am eating my own gifted box of white chocolates which I was originally going to give to somebody else, but it's just my idiocy controlling me instead. There is no possibility he'd feel a grain of attraction towards me but it didn't stop me from occupying my mind of fantasies about him and me. I imagined the pair of us trying intimate and amorous activities such as having a quiet picnic in the park, feeding one another grapes in the least seductive way possible. I'd lay with him on the grass for hours and stare at the clouds above and how we'd debate over whether the cloud looks like a boot or a woman walking her chihuahua then we'd argue on what type of breed the dog is. But it's totally a chihuahua. No, it may be a Yorkshire terrier. Or I'd imagine the pair of us going to a nice restaurant whilst questioning each other's passions and interests although I already know a majority of his, I'd still love to know more about him. Perhaps secrets he had never told a soul. There is a myriad of reasons as to why I feel what I feel towards this boy and being able to see his face light up under the terrible lighting from outside because it's England isn't it, was the most enjoyable part of the miserable day. 

Valentine's Day. There isn't much to say about it. I guess it does slightly make me feel overjoyed when I see my friends and family having a significant other to enjoy the day with. However, then I look to a corner and see two couples having a farther connection and are constantly battling each other with all the armor they have, not knowing that if they both surrender and come to a less repelling conclusion, they could work it out. I turn to see another expostulate lacking any admiration and determining to achieve an unromantic relationship and are better off to be in a platonic bond.  She's yelling at him. He's yelling at her. She's physically cornered. He's emotionally trapped. But nonetheless, it isn't my problem until it is. 

Today, I indeed am going to work instead of taking the day off for Valentine's Day but the positive point is that I will be the only person besides the receptionist today at work. Working as a therapist for the past 5 years ensured me that more people need answers to a solution than being thrown in and demanded to be given help. More often, they know what is wrong with them and it is my job to support them until they're stable. Like a horse that's been injured who needs fixing before the next race. Although I work only a few hours per day except weekends, I have a bearing feeling in my chest I have been trapped in here forever. 5 years can really do so much for you. 

Checking the time quickly before leaving my bedroom with a grunt of disapproval, I laid my now laptop with one cat sticker attached to it similar to the one on my piano due to Phil, on my bed and grabbing any piece of clothing that looked suitable. As I was roaming out of my room in such a rapid manner, I had somewhat walked right into my roommate, Phil Lester. Fortunately, Phil had managed to avoid my ungraceful fall but had been elbowed severely in the chest causing him to wince slightly as I stared at his face from the ground. I didn't have much time but I did manage to quickly smile at him as he mirrored my smile before breaking eye contact and walking to his destination, which was most likely the gaming room as it was Wednesday where we edit or record a new video. I watched sneakily as he inserted a disc into the console and waited patiently for the game to load before he could proceed any further. Phil had the patience of Jesus Christ, and I was almost always certainly impressed as to how opposed he is to me. My patience lasted between 1 to 3 seconds and if the activity doesn't happen by then, expect a wreckage. Wreck-It-Ralph who? I only know Daniel James Howell. Checking the time for the final time I decided it was the time I began walking to work.